Chapter 220: Disliking It
Chapter 220: Disliking It
The scene was inexplicably harmonious. The man was tall and handsome, wearing a white suit that
entuated his prince-like elegance, making people willingly submit to him.
His unparalleled demeanor should have ced him at the pinnacle of sess, yet he willingly
crouched in front of her to tend to her wound.
The scene was sweeter than any idol drama, with many girls casting envious nces and
screaming in excitement.
Cheyenne felt nothing but embarrassment.
A cold gaze shot towards her like a sharp de of frost in winter, full of dominance.
Kelvin watched the intimate interaction between the two with an inexplicable jealousy rising within
him. He had known Sam for years and had never heard him talk about women before. Everyone in
Akloit knew that Master Sam suffered from mysophobia and gynophobia.
At a social event once, a female server identally touched his hand and was immediately fired by
Sam. He turned pale as he walked towards the bathroom amidst everyone''s stares. When he came
out againter on, both hands were red from washing them too much.
But now he knelt down before Cheyenne with tenderness on his face as he helped wipe away the
wound on her knee. Why? Did he like Cheyenne?
When did this start?
Kelvin''s mind kept wondering about these questions that seemed unbelievable to him.
He thought back to a few days ago when they yed pool together; after which Sam personally
drove Cheyenne home. Since then, Kelvin had noticed show Sam treated this woman differently.
Abbie looked at the two with hatred in her eyes; she used to admire Sam when she was younger
because of his talent and looks that were no less impressive than Kelvin''s - teachers even called
him "a once-in-a-century genius".
Unlike Kelvin who could be aloof sometimes, Sam always appeared gentle without ever getting
angry; there would always be warmth behind those gentle eyes.
It wasn''t until after all those girls who confessed their love for him got rejected one by one did
everyone realize therey beneath this man''s gentle facade an unfeeling heart.
Why did it have to be Cheyenne?
Anyone else would do - why specifically choose Cheyenne?
What does she have that makes Kelvin marry hery while Mr. Lara follows along devotedly? Now
even Master Sam is taking care of her with such tenderness.
She couldn''t ept it! What did Cheyenne have that she didn''t, besides looks?
"Master Sam, what are you doing? It''s so awkward. You must have seen the way people are looking
at us, like they want to tear me apart. It''s terrifying," she said.
And it wasn''t an exaggeration; the stares were intense.
But Sam didn''t seem to care at all. He just smiled with a hint of natural charm in his eyes as he
spoke clearly, "As long as you don''t feel awkward, then no one else should either."
But the problem was that she did feel awkward...
The first time they met, he avoided herpletely. The second time he acted like a gentleman and
now on their third encounter, he was helping her bandage up her wounds?
It was all too confusing for her.
She had long passed the age where she would indulge in fantasies; Kelvin had taught her what
reality meant through some painful experiences but Cheyenne had no regrets about it.
"I''ll do this myself," Cheyenne snatched away the cloth from him and quickly tied a bow around her
knee before tightening it which made her grit teeth in pain.
"Tsk tsk tsk... You''re so cruel to yourself even though you''re not like those other delicatedies who
whine over every little thing," remarked Sam who had seen many spoiled rich girlsin over
small injuries or post them on social media for attention-seeking purposes.
Cheyenne wasn''t like them - she was more like a warrior with strong willpower who could endure
pain without showing any sign of difort.
"Why are you here?" She asked curiously
Sam looked at her with amusement before answering nonchntly, "Of course I came because
your dominance attracted me here; I thought there might be something fun going on."
Fun? Wasn''t that referring to when she smashed Abbie''s car?
"I can''t tell if you''replimenting or insulting me," Cheyenne replied yfully
"Well, it really is fun and satisfying! If you want to experience it too, then your Rolls-Royce can also
be smashed."
It was just a joke but surprisingly enough, Sam nodded his head approvingly while indulgingly
saying, "Sure thing! As long as you''re happy, Miss Lawrence, material possessions mean nothing."
Everyone present felt emotional hearing this statement - things that others worked hard for their
entire lives were treated so casually by these wealthy people as if they were mere toys.
Cheyenne was taken aback by his gaze, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. But she refused to
believe that Sam could fall for her after just two meetings.
"Ahem... let''s forget about it. I can''t afford your Rolls-Royce, I haven''t paid Miss Berry''s Porsche
yet."
The two of them continued chatting as if Abbie and Kelvin weren''t even there, leaving Kelvin feeling
betrayed by both his friend and the woman he loved. Abbie''s pitiful crying only added to his
frustration.
"Kelvin... Miss Lawrence smashed your car. I''m sorry, I didn''t protect it well enough. It''s only been
two or three days..."
Cheyenne walked up to Kelvin with her head held high and hands crossed in front of her chest,
looking him straight in the eye.
"That''s right, I smashed it."
She even sounded somewhat pleased with herself.
"Why?"
Kelvin arrivedte and didn''t know what had happened between the two of them before he got
there. In the past, he would have med Cheyenne based solely on Abbie''s tears.
But Cheyenne''s nonchnt expression made it impossible for him to tell if she was telling the truth
or not.
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"I just didn''t like it. Is that reason enough?"
"Did you not like the car or did seeing Abbie make you ufortable?"
As soon as he spoke those words, Cheyenne felt a jolt in her heart - how did he know?
"It was both. I have zero tolerance for someone I hate. Mr. Foley knows this about me."
"Cheyenne! Don''t be stubborn; let''s talk properly," said Kelvin sternly as he grabbed hold of her
wrist tightly.
She wasn''t usually so unreasonable.
The pressure on her wrist caused Cheyenne to wince, her delicate face grimaced, yet she kept
smiling.
"You call this being stubborn? Smashing your car wasn''t just an act of stubbornness; I''ll pay for it!"